Love Under Pretenses | Winrina

23.

"Good night, Jimin and Minjeong!"

"Good night, Giselle!"

"Good night, Gi!"

Jimin and I finally walked into our hotel room after the party. We were both absolutely exhausted, even though all we really did was socialize with people at the event. I collapsed onto the bed, already feeling the tiredness kick in, but something quickly caught my eye.

There was a bottle of whiskey sitting on the table.

"Why is there whiskey here? That wasn’t there earlier when we left," I asked, glancing over at Jimin, who was already digging through her suitcase for some clothes to change into.

"I had my guard drop it off. I gave him the room card for a bit so he could get in, and he handed it back right after," she replied so casually, and I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.

"Wait, you have a personal guard with you? I didn’t know that."

"But why though? Didn’t you already have drinks earlier?" I asked, pulling out my own change of clothes.

"I barely drank anything earlier, and those were just cocktails. I wanted something that’ll actually hit harder. Plus, don’t I deserve a little celebration? I mean, I made it this far as CEO," she said it like it was no big deal, but I could hear the pride in her voice. Even if this wasn’t the career path she had originally envisioned, she was clearly proud of her accomplishments.

"I'm going to change real quick, and once I’m done, you should too. I don’t plan on drinking all this by myself, and there's way too much for just me," she added, giving me a look that pretty much said I had no choice.

I frowned at her, thinking about how relieved I had been earlier when all we had were cocktails—no chance of me getting drunk from that. Now she’s asking me to drink whiskey?

“No thanks. You’ve seen what I’m like when I’m drunk, right? We’ll barely get started, and I’ll already be out of it,” I joked, though I was only half-kidding.

Jimin chuckled softly, and I couldn’t help but smile seeing her laugh at my words.

“Yeah, I know,” she said.

Wait—I know?

“What do you mean, I know? So I actually did something weird the last time I got drunk?!” I asked, panicking because I knew something must’ve happened!

“Hmm, yeah? But it’s not a big deal,” she shrugged, totally unbothered. “Now hurry up, I hate waiting.”

I knew it. I just knew I must have embarrassed myself.

“Fine, I’ll drink, but not too much. I’m not about to get drunk that fast,” I muttered as I headed into the bathroom to change.

“Do what you want,” she replied casually.

I took my time getting dressed, already mentally preparing myself for what was probably going to turn into a very interesting night.

FEW MOMENTS LATER

“So... Yeonjun is going to be a CEO soon?” I asked, and it’s obvious from the way I’m talking that I’m already drunk.

Damn this whiskey—it hit me way too fast.

I’ve only had three glasses, and I’m already feeling lightheaded, with this weird buzz running through my body. Meanwhile, Jimin, who’s on her sixth glass, seems completely unaffected, although her skin has started to turn a little red from the alcohol.

It’s... kinda hot, not gonna lie. Especially since she’s wearing that black silky night dress tonight.

Just because we’re both girls doesn’t mean I can’t get turned on by how she looks.